The Wistful Incense

Ajouter une nouvelle offre d'emploi Literature

2026-08-17 13:50:25 -

The banquet hall of the Ashworth Estate smelled of roasted pheasant, wax, and the faint, metallic tang of anxiety. It was the annual Harvest Gala, a spectacle of industrial wealth and rigid hierarchy, where the air was thick with the smoke of cigars and the quiet desperation of those who sought favor. In the corner, near the heavy velvet drapes, stood Thomas. He was fourteen, slight of frame,...

0 Commentaires 0 Parts 1 Vue 0 Aperçu